A Bosnian Black and White Film

The air is light,
a dangubica* sings,
Darkness does not fight,
While the curtain recedes,
Black and white,
The images form,
Of Bosnian streets,
Before the war,
Muslims read Marx,
Christians read Sartre,
Dervishes cannot stop,
Whirling to Johann Bach,
Amidst the ground beans,
In cafes to numerous,
Seen in scene after scene,
Tell me dear friend,
Where can I breathe?